Okay folks. The sun is warm, the sky is blue. Your baying for blood is satiated. I can even hear the whack of leather on willow. Presumably the Tooves era is upon us. Time to move on. There is nothing to see here.
Au contraire, mon ami! This sordid tale looks like it has a few last plot twists. C'mon Mata let the people have their fun - go with it don't fight it.
I'm over it. It has become clear to me that my life doesn't revolve around every sordid twist and turn out of Brookvale.
*News Flash* The front train has left the tracks, but the last five carriages are teetering on the rails. The SES are on standby for further casualties.
